The First Heir

Another female assistant in a fiery red dress replied, “Pavilion Master Una has been intercepted in Griffin Pavilion. The other party is a king of disciples, and the two sides are confronting each other.”

“A king of disciples?”

Cooper trembled, turned around, looked at the female assistant in the flaming red dress. He asked, “Who is it?”

Cooper knew that this king of disciples was definitely not one of the current ones in the Nonagon. This person was either from outside the country or had defected.

The female assistant replied, “He’s the former king of disciples of the fifth zone who’s also known as Red Dragon, Fennel Leigh. He previously singled out Spencer Dunley.”

‘Fennel Leigh?’

I only told Pavilion Master Una to test the waters a little. I didn’t expect such a big reaction. Oh, Philip Clarke, your Clarke family is indeed very powerful

coat over his body. The back of the coat was a golden embroidery of the word ‘Nonagon’ with two gold dragons surrounding

of the office while saying coldly,

three

***

disciples in front of him and said indifferently, “I don’t want

and full of brute strength with a pair of shiny iron bangles around his wrists. He was the first to jump down and punch the ground with a fist. In an instant, the surface of the ground within a few meters from the impact cracked like a spider web before exploding. Fiery

who dares to attack the

feet on the ground. Like an exploding cannonball,

this punch was strong enough to shatter combat armor. The scorching heat carried in that punch

they saw Matt making his

uniform in front would most likely fall after a single